I consider it a complete waste not because I didn't do anything productive, but because I didn't even do anything enjoyable or memorable.
I've done what I always do, I rotted. It's literally rotting, laying in bed for 16 hours a day with my laptop next to me. I didn't even play any games I liked or watched or browsed anything fun. All I did was install and uninstall and reinstall games I hate, like LoL, which I uninstalled at least 70 times. I also rewatched the same sitcoms I've watched 50 times already.
That's literally all I did. I can't recall 1 other thing I did. Didn't even leave the house, maybe 2 or so times to the store, although I don't even remember the last time I did that.
Same as all my other summers since I was a kid really. At least this time I had the excuse of the pandemic for not leaving the house, so my parents didn't say much.
But god damn. I'm going to wake up one day and be a wageslave, begging the universe for death and release from the hellish existence of wageslaving for pennies, and I will recall how I've completely wasted so many years of my life doing absolutely nothing.
And yet my brain is so rotten after the more than a decade of muh depreshun that I can't even do anything else, rotting is the only thing that doesn't bring me great anxiety.
I've done what I always do, I rotted. It's literally rotting, laying in bed for 16 hours a day with my laptop next to me. I didn't even play any games I liked or watched or browsed anything fun. All I did was install and uninstall and reinstall games I hate, like LoL, which I uninstalled at least 70 times. I also rewatched the same sitcoms I've watched 50 times already.
That's literally all I did. I can't recall 1 other thing I did. Didn't even leave the house, maybe 2 or so times to the store, although I don't even remember the last time I did that.
Same as all my other summers since I was a kid really. At least this time I had the excuse of the pandemic for not leaving the house, so my parents didn't say much.
But god damn. I'm going to wake up one day and be a wageslave, begging the universe for death and release from the hellish existence of wageslaving for pennies, and I will recall how I've completely wasted so many years of my life doing absolutely nothing.
And yet my brain is so rotten after the more than a decade of muh depreshun that I can't even do anything else, rotting is the only thing that doesn't bring me great anxiety.
Still wasn't that much. I tidied up my room, the garage and my harddrive and did more cooking. Also I enraged my parents by stopping to be a push over. My socialworker conspired with them and the useless conservator, I planned to sue. Also the conservator supervision office said he dindu nuffin wrong. Dunno if she is a virtue signaling cunt or if I wasn't fast enough putting things into perspective. We only really talked one time and had problems opnening up. My own conservator will now evict me. 
